User blog comment:Princess of Mousetheives/Creatures of the East RPG/@comment-39940417-20190814060905/@comment-4677325-20190814070239

Like many mornings before, Falkin descended down the steps into Great Hall, making his way towards the woven tapestry depicting Martin the Warrior. This time, however, the aged squirrel had come for a different reason. To ask for help. Mossflower had seen many threats, but something about this one seemed different.